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Promise not to say another word.
Oct. 1st, 2011 01:59 amSeptember 30, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 300.
Words total: 3025. Trashed some leftovers out of the file again, so no, this won't match from last time.
Reason for stopping: Sleeepy. And cold, besides.
Darling du Jour: The breath caught between his teeth worked itself slowly loose.
Mean Things: Not knowing how much you're actually missing. The past-catching-up-with-you false alarm.
Research Roundup: History of the Don River; finally figuring out what that building in the park next to my first apartment is.
Books in progress: Evan Munday, The Dead Kids Detective Agency; Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
The grant application is finished, and mailed as of last night, and I feel infinitely better about all that if a little weirdly spent: I worked up a whole synopsis for this, and it's actually a plausible one. It has the normal hole in the last third, but hey. It might well resemble the book I actually write. Now, to get this up to 30+ pages for the next grant application, due mid-month.
Spates of wound-up, unhappy people continue. In fact, they have worsened. It may well just be That Week (tm).
Tonight, however, was the annual Counting of the Bookstore (aka inventory), and was spent with friends, eating pizza and counting books. It wasn't the kind of record finish we've had in previous years, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dolphin__girl and I quite humbly kicked some ass and took a few names. It's nice to know that being able to inventory a bookstore the fastest will go down as one of my skills on the eventual headstone.
One wonders how it got to be October.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 300.
Words total: 3025. Trashed some leftovers out of the file again, so no, this won't match from last time.
Reason for stopping: Sleeepy. And cold, besides.
Darling du Jour: The breath caught between his teeth worked itself slowly loose.
Mean Things: Not knowing how much you're actually missing. The past-catching-up-with-you false alarm.
Research Roundup: History of the Don River; finally figuring out what that building in the park next to my first apartment is.
Books in progress: Evan Munday, The Dead Kids Detective Agency; Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
The grant application is finished, and mailed as of last night, and I feel infinitely better about all that if a little weirdly spent: I worked up a whole synopsis for this, and it's actually a plausible one. It has the normal hole in the last third, but hey. It might well resemble the book I actually write. Now, to get this up to 30+ pages for the next grant application, due mid-month.
Spates of wound-up, unhappy people continue. In fact, they have worsened. It may well just be That Week (tm).
Tonight, however, was the annual Counting of the Bookstore (aka inventory), and was spent with friends, eating pizza and counting books. It wasn't the kind of record finish we've had in previous years, but
dolphin__girl and I quite humbly kicked some ass and took a few names. It's nice to know that being able to inventory a bookstore the fastest will go down as one of my skills on the eventual headstone.One wonders how it got to be October.
